Carsten Jensen

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Now I remembered a captain's honor and his only duty: to bring his crew back alive

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Many years ago there lived a man called Laurids Madsen who went up to heaven and came down again thanks to his boots

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The women's song was always the same, as monotonous as the beating of the waves against the beach: loss, loss. The conch offered them no enchantment. When they put their ear to it, all they heard was the echo of their mourning

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With no other choices open to us, we'd turned our gaze seaward. The oceans were our America: they reached farther than any prairie, untamed as on the first day of creation. Nobody owned them